A short time later, Camilla and I said our goodbyes to our new neighbors, and we returned to our house. Once we'd settled in, I brought up my encounter with Mr. Lazarus.

Camilla was surprisingly sympathetic to Zane, no doubt influenced by her own struggles of finding real acting work. "Maybe we should think about it," she'd suggested. "Especially since he'd be free."

"You're just saying that because he's hot and has a crush on you," I teased.

"Good lord, Noah, he does not," Camilla groaned. "We just met for crying out loud."

"Didn't stop him from eating you up with his eyes," I pointed out. "I can't blame him...